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Bobby Singer has always been aware of his surroundings. I guess that’s why he knew someone, or rather something, was following him back to his house, the glowing toxic green eyes mostly gave it away, he made sure to keep an eye on it-waiting to catch it off guard.
The thing clearly wasn’t very good at hiding their features and the man felt bad about the person it was possessing. He frowned when the eyes dimmed and the forest wasn’t covered in that neon green light, a distinctive green he thought.
The only way he really knew where it was, the dim had grown worse and worse until it seemed like the creature wasn’t there, but the crunches of leaves and sticks let Bobby know the thing was still following him.
He hadn’t had his shotgun on him, he cursed himself for it, and all he could do was slowly pick up the pace until he neared his home, thankfully it had salt all around it and shotguns.
Honestly his junkyard of a house house didn’t have salt on some parts, almost like he wanted to give the creatures some sort of hope to off the guy, not that they actually will.
He stepped up his porch, pulling his keys off of the loop of his pants, he grabbed a rusted looking key and opened the door, carefully closing it and booking it to the kitchen for his pure salt.
Carefully, as to not mess up, he poured the pure salt on the door way and moved to do the same to all of his windows and exits/entrances.
A hasty knock, that was smaller than he thought a healthy demon would be able to do, came from the wooden door, Bobby reached for the shotgun that nested onto the cushy couch, getting close to the door, just enough to see through the peephole. He saw an absolutely bloody body of a child. A demon possessed this child, a growl emerging from the bottom of his throat.
Through the peephole he let his wash over the child demon, short white hair that seemed to float above the demon’s head, neon green eyes that were much dimmer than in the forest, and deathly pale skin, green blood. because he was sure that was that thing’s blood, it covered the child’s demon’s torso and it seemed to cough up the substance.
“Get outta here demon,” Bobby screamed through the door, making sure he was heard. A small cough from the child demon which had more of the green sludge on his porch, gross.
It’s voice was meek, and Bobby had to accept that this thing was very good at acting human-to some extent,” p-please! I-I need help,” he whined, stuttering over its words.
“I ain’t letting no demon into my home,” The man sneered.
“I-I’m not a demon sir,” it all but whispered, its voice raising an octave higher,” please I..I don’t wanna die,” it whispered, black tears fell from its eyes. Bobby sighed and opened the door, a flashlight in hand, shining it into the boy’s demon’s awaiting eyes-they shrunk like a cat’s becoming small slits. Bobby scoffed.
“Listen punk, you’re obviously no-“ Bobby stopped abruptly when the boy demon fell over after trying to pull himself up farther up the porch to, or what Bobby assumed, grab his legs. A white blinging light appeared over the child’s demon’s body, it’s colors inverted and there stood a boy’s body, couldn’t be older than fourteen, and oh God that was a child. A real child. He almost let-
“What the fuck,” he whispered, nudging the still body with his steel toe boot. He frowned harder,” I’m gonna bring yah inside, but you better not try nothing.” He growled, picking the child up by his arms,” I swear, if you even look at me wrong I’m shooting yah’.” He spoke, messing with the salt line and carrying the demon boy inside.
If you told Bobby Singer that he’d find a demon possessing child and take it inside his home, because he felt bad, he would’ve been angry. Because demons are evil and possessing assholes that bring nothing but ruin and angst.
So why did he bring this child into his home..? He didn’t exactly know..
And now as he set the demon boy on a wooden table in the cellar, where he trapped harmful creatures. Or demons.
What he found by looking at this-this thing was disturbing, he knew some hunters were worse than others and tortured the supernatural, but cutting open something looking like a little boy? Well that was fucking messed up, a Y shaped incision rested on his chest, it was inflamed(Bobby didn’t know why the thing didn’t just heal it) and no matter how much he wanted the creature to die, no reason to check if it was harmful, he at least felt the need to stitch the thing up.
Danny screamed, he couldn’t stop screaming only thinking animalistic thoughts as his parents torturers.
Theytoucheditohgodtheyfuckingtouchedhiscorehisparentstoucheditgodgodgodpleasesave-
He took a wobbly breath as they walked away, even for just a second, he struggled against the urge to go animal on them. Until he couldn’t take it anymore, he just wanted to wait..Jazz would be home soon, she always got him out of this stuff..She was always nice to him..She cared about him..
What if she wouldn’t come….
His thoughts were inturupeted by a slam of the basement door, red hair running towards her parents and body slamming Maddie, then moving and shoving Jack away into one of their inventions harshly taking him off his feet, metal fell onto his head and no matter how hard his head was he wouldn’t wake up for a while. She struggled at the leather straps that pushed and kept the boy down. Tears fell from both of the kids’ eyes, Danny’s green eyes closed tightly while Jazz’s violet eyes watered and she ripped the bands off of her little brother,” oh God Danny, run and don’t come back okay?” She whispered, pulling him tightly to her chest and then pushing him far away, quickly stapling his open chest listening to his groans and small shaking screams.
“Run and don’t come back Danny, I’ll escape don’t worry..” She whispered sadly..